Victoria Cold Spring Brothel ❤️

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Rarrgh! Favorite part? The decor, bro—tacky velvet curtains, smells like cheap perfume. Total dive, but alive, ya feel me? Saw a guy once, nervous as shit, droppin’ coins—hilarious! Thought, “This ain’t your Tokyo hotel, pal!” Movie’s quiet vibes clash hard with brothel chaos—love that contrast, man. Gets me thinkin’—what’s real connection? Not this, probs. But who am I, furry ol’ me, judgin’?

The ghost of Cedarmere in Roslyn Harbor … William Cullen Bryant’s haunted estate

Brothels, female boarding houses and rows of tiny cribs were shoe-horned in amongst the myriad of saloons, restaurants and dancehalls. The four-block red light district was a warren of thrown .

I get so mad sometimes when people trash the vibe – disrespecting a hand-painted mural on Church Lane, or messing up the manicured lawns at Garrison Park. I mean REALLY, have a little heart! But then, oh man, the sun setting over the Hudson stops everything – it's magic, like in “Under the Skin,” all strange and beautiful. And I find myself thinking: life is art, and you gotta take your seat, watch the show.

Photos from lacrosse: Rye tops Cold Spring Harbor